Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Workin' for the weekend? Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop) Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas! Whoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah Big Juice tha Sip Only blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha) Ten, twenty, fifty, hunnids, I'm a real life trapper (Huhu-hu) Real life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay!) Whole clique strapped up, bitch we lookin' like ISIS (Troom, troom, troom, troom!) 30 deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No) It's just me myself and I, a 30 clip and a rifle Fuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel Call me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay!) Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Workin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Whoop) Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop, pop, pop!) Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch Tell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay) Count guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay) I could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (Never) Fuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way) Ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay) Ten shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make (So what I) Give a fuck, then do the math, cause I don't really care I go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah) Then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha) Had about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha) Favorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hunnid percent (I really do) I woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay) Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't) That Rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face That Ruger on my waist keep a fuckboy in his place 10K for the feature and I just might up my rate I hit a lick and do the race, it got me feelin' like Tay-K I don't want yo pussy, rather buy some real estate Swallow my dick but don't get inside my mind 'Cause you won't get blown away Baby Bone, I got some issues Momma told me if they kill me, they gon' miss me So I'm out here dodgin' missiles Nine times out of ten, they on that fuck shit Pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick No "Gucci Gang," but you know I got that Pump, bitch I'm swervin' lanes, it may look like I'm rushin' Get off that carpet, you don't want no static Fully automatic, let you have it if you want it Gettin' money was a habit All my bitches was the baddest All my shooters hella savage Hunnid thousand in the attic IRS can never have it (Yeah) Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (Okay) Lost ten homies, how can I feel blessed? (No) I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check (Okay) Money can't buy no happiness, they said (No) They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck (They ain't) Lost ten homies, How can I feel blessed? I'm just doin' what they want, man, runnin' to the check Money can't buy no happiness, they said They ain't never take 20, dropped that on they neck

GasPakk Ayo, Lil' Mexico, pass the gas! Stompin' off the blunt with my Gucci kicks You a fuckboy, yeah you new to this She gon' bust it wide for a big thug Shakewell Doin' coke with a lil' slut But I stopped poppin' sticks and I stopped chewin' percs Stopped sippin' drank, now my stomach yeah it hurt Still beat the pack, and I be flippin' all the work Shameless gang the movement, I'ma leave 'em in the dirt You don't want no funk, you a lil' bitch Still sellin' fake 'cause I'm shameless Lost a couple homies to the fentanyl That was just last month and I miss 'em all I remember poppin' sticks walkin' in the mall Never with no shop, call me Mr. need to cop it all Still reppin' they can never colour code Bout a hunnid bands, 5 songs up in my catalogue Think my girlfriend hate me 'cause I got 'em all designer All she ever wanted was them snakes and them tigers She gon' hit me up when she done with nine to five'in Kick her to the curb, I'm the one who put the time in Stompin' off the blunt with my Gucci kicks You a fuckboy, yeah you new to this She gon' bust it wide for a big thug Shakewell Doin' coke with a lil' slut But I stopped poppin' sticks and I stopped chewin' percs Stopped sippin' drank, now my stomach yeah it hurt Still beat the pack, and I be flippin' all the work Shameless gang the movement, I'ma leave 'em in the dirt Please don't go lil' shawty, yeah, I need ya Shit, I was talkin', know I'm aimin' to deceive ya She was fuckin' with me back when I was havin' seizures Now I'm doin' better, she say, "Shaker, I'ma leave ya" I don't really get it bitch, but same time I don't give a fuck Young bipolar from the benzos, I was poppin' up Take her on vacation, nah, I think I'd rather double up Big juice in my double cup, sober, now I'ma fuck it up Think she really mad 'cause I'm drippin' in my diamonds Who you know can mix Ralph Lauren with designer Drop a couple tabs, Teppanyaki and now I'm fryin' .40 filled with hollows, you don't really wanna try it Stompin' out the blunt with my Gucci kicks You a fuckboy, yeah, you new to this She gon' bust it wide for a big thug Shakewell Doin' coke with a lil' slut But I stopped poppin' sticks and I stopped chewin' percs Stopped sippin' drank, now my stomach, yeah, it hurt Still, beat the pack, and I be flippin' all the work Shameless Gang the movement, I'ma leave 'em in the dirt

GasPakk Ayo, Lil' Mexico, pass the gas! Stompin' off the blunt with my Gucci kicks You a fuckboy, yeah you new to this She gon' bust it wide for a big thug Shakewell Doin' coke with a lil' slut But I stopped poppin' sticks and I stopped chewin' percs Stopped sippin' drank, now my stomach yeah it hurt Still beat the pack, and I be flippin' all the work Shameless gang the movement, I'ma leave 'em in the dirt You don't want no funk, you a lil' bitch Still sellin' fake 'cause I'm shameless Lost a couple homies to the fentanyl That was just last month and I miss 'em all I remember poppin' sticks walkin' in the mall Never with no shop, call me Mr. need to cop it all Still reppin' they can never colour code Bout a hunnid bands, 5 songs up in my catalogue Think my girlfriend hate me 'cause I got 'em all designer All she ever wanted was them snakes and them tigers She gon' hit me up when she done with nine to five'in Kick her to the curb, I'm the one who put the time in Stompin' off the blunt with my Gucci kicks You a fuckboy, yeah you new to this She gon' bust it wide for a big thug Shakewell Doin' coke with a lil' slut But I stopped poppin' sticks and I stopped chewin' percs Stopped sippin' drank, now my stomach yeah it hurt Still beat the pack, and I be flippin' all the work Shameless gang the movement, I'ma leave 'em in the dirt Please don't go lil' shawty, yeah, I need ya Shit, I was talkin', know I'm aimin' to deceive ya She was fuckin' with me back when I was havin' seizures Now I'm doin' better, she say, "Shaker, I'ma leave ya" I don't really get it bitch, but same time I don't give a fuck Young bipolar from the benzos, I was poppin' up Take her on vacation, nah, I think I'd rather double up Big juice in my double cup, sober, now I'ma fuck it up Think she really mad 'cause I'm drippin' in my diamonds Who you know can mix Ralph Lauren with designer Drop a couple tabs, Teppanyaki and now I'm fryin' .40 filled with hollows, you don't really wanna try it Stompin' out the blunt with my Gucci kicks You a fuckboy, yeah, you new to this She gon' bust it wide for a big thug Shakewell Doin' coke with a lil' slut But I stopped poppin' sticks and I stopped chewin' percs Stopped sippin' drank, now my stomach, yeah, it hurt Still, beat the pack, and I be flippin' all the work Shameless Gang the movement, I'ma leave 'em in the dirt

Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger Save me the eighth of the indoor I just keep movin' ten packs of the outdoor Why you keep askin' what an ounce for? If you don't know don't know me don't call on my trap door Not once a month, bitch that's every week Choppers 'gon play, then I let it scream Spend my green hunnids, got blues on me I need a plug on some good OG Send me the play, that's a good key I just hit a lick, four hunnid and I'm still lookin' Hunnid off rap and I'm still juggin' Fam gotta eat, in the kitchen, so I'm still cookin' Not once a month, bitch that's every day XD and Glock .40, let it spray Kudos gon' run 'em down, broad day I keep propane on me, Hank Hill Shameless money, movin' all them pain pills I pop a 30, got pain still Shooters hangin', bangin' out the windowsill Don't say no name, if you do you get shanked Snitches and triflin' hoes, shit that I hate Hoes and them thots, that's that shit that I love Slow walk in the bank, I be off all them drugs Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed Lil shorty bad and conceited Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need I pick the nugs out the tree I keep a Glock in my handbag Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at? Pack it up, I can ship it to you Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger